The sky is full of red lotus, Bo Qing smiles (below)

Qi Fengjia looked at Xu Changan's back, shook his head, and then sat on the top of the mountain alone.

The mountain breeze blew and lifted his long hair, he bared his teeth and smiled, and then turned his head to look in the direction where Xu Changan disappeared.

"It's really time to have a showdown with her, what's there to be afraid of?" Qi Fengjia tightened the knife in his hand and laughed at himself.

persuaded others, but in the end persuaded themselves.

......

The night was surprisingly calm.

The people of the six major sects were even worried that the Demon Dao disciples would take advantage of the dark night to touch a wave of surprise attacks, and until the second half of the night, they did not sleep with peace of mind, but it was the Demon Dao disciples who slept well.

Genius Liang, many disciples of the Six Sects were a little ashamed in their hearts, although nothing happened last night, but they really let them know a word. Spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but what makes them more uncomfortable is that they have always prided themselves on the right path, but this time they have the heart of a villain.

On the Fengwu platform, Lin Haotian was the same as before, wearing a brocade robe, holding the extremely gorgeous sword in his hand, and a small stone was randomly buckled on the scabbard, which was enough for ordinary people to eat for several lifetimes.

Qi Fengjia came to Fengwutai early in the morning, and yesterday, except for letting Huixi Realm compete first, he spent the rest of the time in the room, only hearing his voice, not seeing him.

Today, he came to Fengwutai early and stood on the viewing platform.

Those disciples who came to watch the ceremony of the small sect suddenly trembled, not far from them, but the Open Heaven Realm. The ancestors of their sect are generally middle realm grandmasters, unless there is a sect like the Qianjian Sect, there will be a great grandmaster. But not far from them, the man with his bare chest, stubble on his face, and a short knife was the legendary Open Heaven Realm. For them, it is akin to the existence of God.

Lin Haotian glanced at Qi Fengjia, Qi Fengjia sat down and nodded slightly.

Lin Haotian patted Uncle Chen's shoulder, then walked off the high platform with his sword and stood on the edge of the Fengwu platform.

Uncle Chen understood, so he said aloud: "Today, continue the second round of the competition in the wilderness! After yesterday's selection, a total of six disciples have qualified and entered the second round!"

"Lin Haotian!" Uncle Chen didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, after all, everyone didn't come to this Fengwutai competition to demonstrate, they did it for tangible interests. All hypocritical and beautiful words will pale in the face of interests.

So, he didn't talk nonsense, didn't even have a simple opening statement, and went straight to the point.

"In!" Although Lin Haotian was the young pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, his identity at this time was just a disciple, an ordinary disciple who participated in the competition. His voice was loud and full of energy.

"Wood, sesame, mung beans!"

"In ......" the three disciples of the Immortal View replied lazily, compared to Lin Haotian, it was a world of difference. If it is another disciple, it will definitely be criticized, lazy, where can there be a way to participate in the big competition.

The costumes of these three Dao masters were as lazy as their voices, and the three of them wore the spiritual robes of the spirit, quite like lazy people who were idle in the village or town.

However, the eyes of the little grandmaster looking at them were obviously full of jealousy. The concept of longevity is similar to the Confucius Temple in Chang'an, and there are not many disciples, but in the essence.

Originally, there were only three people in Chang'an Confucius Temple, two Kaitian, and one great master.

The same is true of the concept of immortality, the strength of the three old Taoist priests is unfathomable, and the former outcasts have also become great grandmasters, although these three little apprentices are still young, but they are difficult to meet opponents in the wilderness. If the strength is strong, it is a yawn, and it also has the demeanor of a strong man.

"Water hate, Luo Tianqi!" After hearing the reply of the three little Taoist priests, Chen Bo continued to shout.

"In!" Although people in the Demon Dao are not coerced, since they have come to participate in the Six Sects Competition, the rules of others will still be respected.

"Ning Zhiyuan!" The last voice came, this was the last little grandmaster to enter the second round, and it was also the little grandmaster who had comprehended the sword domain in the battle.

"The disciple is here!"

Ning Zhiyuan was wearing the white disciple robe of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and the cuffs of the robe were embroidered with Qinglian, and his spirit today was obviously much better than yesterday. The whole person has a new look, like a sharp sword that has just been baked.

Uncle Chen nodded and took out the bamboo tube, in which there were seven bamboo sticks. Thrown into the air, the bamboo tube stopped firmly in the air.

"The draw is still the same, in order. Draw yourself back into the bamboo tube, draw others, you are your opponent, draw to the air, this round of bye!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Tianqi took the lead unceremoniously and pulled out a name from the bamboo tube.

He looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, frowned, and finally spread out his hand and showed the words on the bamboo stick.

"Mung beans. ”

These three people have never made a move, but the people who can make Lingyin Temple and Shushan take the initiative to abstain will definitely not be deceitful and famous. Ye Qianshu and Zhishan will definitely not make concessions at this time because of the sect. Uncle Chen nodded, and with a pick-up in the air, a bamboo stick jumped out of the bamboo tube, and fell into the hands of the mung bean holding the wooden sword, and Luo Tianqi's name was written on the bamboo stick.

Mung Bean looked at the bamboo stick, and then looked at Luo Tianqi, like a child getting candy, he smiled, and put the bamboo stick in his arms.

Uncle Chen didn't care about these two people, and looked at the five people who hadn't drawn lots yet.

The three of them stepped forward in turn, and in the end, the wood faced Lin Haotian, the water hated the sesame, and Ning Zhiyuan had a bye.

Chen Bo saw that the draw had been completed, so he nodded and said, "The draw is over, who of the three groups will come first?"

Lin Haotian, as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, not only wanted to win the first place in the Wild Realm, but also wanted to set an example, to win beautifully, even if it was a miserable victory.

He must not weaken the name of his master, let alone the name of several uncles.

"Brother Mu, let's come first!"

As he spoke, he threw his fist into the wood.

Wood is also a casual person anyway, and it doesn't matter if he hits first and then fights, so he stood up with a giant sword.

"Brother Mu, the sword has no eyes, be careful. He gave a command, and then slowly drew his sword.

The brocade-clothed young man slowly pulled out his long sword, although the weather was bad and there was no sun, but it was still bright, and the moment the sword came out of its sheath, it seemed that he and the long sword were shining together.

The giant sword carried by the wood was like an ordinary big iron sword, although it was black, it was not as black and shiny as the sword in Lan Dao's hand yesterday. Unpretentious, bulky, just like the name wood and the people who have it.

That Lin Haotian sword was slowly pulled out, emitting light, and the wood narrowed his eyes, and covered it slightly with his hand.

The long sword appeared in front of him, and a white light instantly pierced towards the wood. This scene is somewhat familiar to everyone, especially the gloom whose face is still pale today.

The same is true of yesterday's sword.

However, yesterday he faced it for the first time, and many people have not yet reacted. The big taboo in the art of war, if you don't use the army, you don't use the same strategy twice. If you change here, don't use the same sword technique twice. If you use it again for the second time, you will definitely be prepared.

Wood's reaction at this time, as if he was an ordinary person, hurriedly threw away his long sword, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

Even the Netherworld hopes that this disciple of the Immortal View will stand up and teach this young pavilion master of the Imperial Sword Pavilion a lesson. Although for their demon path, fighting to one death and one injury is the best ending.

However, at this time, most of the disciples of the Demon Dao hoped that Mu could have a hearty victory.

Lin Haotian didn't say anything excessive, but what hurt more than excessive words was that others disdained to talk to you.

Some people don't need to speak, arrogance is in their bones, in their eyes, and in their every action.

Everyone exclaimed, they saw the head squatting on the wood, and the image of yesterday's blood splattering appeared in their minds.

The sky is full of red lotus, Bo Qing smiles (below)

Qi Fengjia looked at Xu Changan's back, shook his head, and then sat on the top of the mountain alone.

The mountain breeze blew and lifted his long hair, he bared his teeth and smiled, and then turned his head to look in the direction where Xu Changan disappeared.

"It's really time to have a showdown with her, what's there to be afraid of?" Qi Fengjia tightened the knife in his hand and laughed at himself.

persuaded others, but in the end persuaded themselves.

......

The night was surprisingly calm.

The people of the six major sects were even worried that the Demon Dao disciples would take advantage of the dark night to touch a wave of surprise attacks, and until the second half of the night, they did not sleep with peace of mind, but it was the Demon Dao disciples who slept well.

Genius Liang, many disciples of the Six Sects were a little ashamed in their hearts, although nothing happened last night, but they really let them know a word. Spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but what makes them more uncomfortable is that they have always prided themselves on the right path, but this time they have the heart of a villain.

On the Fengwu platform, Lin Haotian was the same as before, wearing a brocade robe, holding the extremely gorgeous sword in his hand, and a small stone was randomly buckled on the scabbard, which was enough for ordinary people to eat for several lifetimes.

Qi Fengjia came to Fengwutai early in the morning, and yesterday, except for letting Huixi Realm compete first, he spent the rest of the time in the room, only hearing his voice, not seeing him.

Today, he came to Fengwutai early and stood on the viewing platform.

Those disciples who came to watch the ceremony of the small sect suddenly trembled, not far from them, but the Open Heaven Realm. The ancestors of their sect are generally middle realm grandmasters, unless there is a sect like the Qianjian Sect, there will be a great grandmaster. But not far from them, the man with his bare chest, stubble on his face, and a short knife was the legendary Open Heaven Realm. For them, it is akin to the existence of God.

Lin Haotian glanced at Qi Fengjia, Qi Fengjia sat down and nodded slightly.

Lin Haotian patted Uncle Chen's shoulder, then walked off the high platform with his sword and stood on the edge of the Fengwu platform.

Uncle Chen understood, so he said aloud: "Today, continue the second round of the competition in the wilderness! After yesterday's selection, a total of six disciples have qualified and entered the second round!"

"Lin Haotian!" Uncle Chen didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, after all, everyone didn't come to this Fengwutai competition to demonstrate, they did it for tangible interests. All hypocritical and beautiful words will pale in the face of interests.

So, he didn't talk nonsense, didn't even have a simple opening statement, and went straight to the point.

"In!" Although Lin Haotian was the young pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, his identity at this time was just a disciple, an ordinary disciple who participated in the competition. His voice was loud and full of energy.

"Wood, sesame, mung beans!"

"In ......" the three disciples of the Immortal View replied lazily, compared to Lin Haotian, it was a world of difference. If it is another disciple, it will definitely be criticized, lazy, where can there be a way to participate in the big competition.

The costumes of these three Dao masters were as lazy as their voices, and the three of them wore the spiritual robes of the spirit, quite like lazy people who were idle in the village or town.

However, the eyes of the little grandmaster looking at them were obviously full of jealousy. The concept of longevity is similar to the Confucius Temple in Chang'an, and there are not many disciples, but in the essence.

Originally, there were only three people in Chang'an Confucius Temple, two Kaitian, and one great master.

The same is true of the concept of immortality, the strength of the three old Taoist priests is unfathomable, and the former outcasts have also become great grandmasters, although these three little apprentices are still young, but they are difficult to meet opponents in the wilderness. If the strength is strong, it is a yawn, and it also has the demeanor of a strong man.

"Water hate, Luo Tianqi!" After hearing the reply of the three little Taoist priests, Chen Bo continued to shout.

"In!" Although people in the Demon Dao are not coerced, since they have come to participate in the Six Sects Competition, the rules of others will still be respected.

"Ning Zhiyuan!" The last voice came, this was the last little grandmaster to enter the second round, and it was also the little grandmaster who had comprehended the sword domain in the battle.

"The disciple is here!"

Ning Zhiyuan was wearing the white disciple robe of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and the cuffs of the robe were embroidered with Qinglian, and his spirit today was obviously much better than yesterday. The whole person has a new look, like a sharp sword that has just been baked.

Uncle Chen nodded and took out the bamboo tube, in which there were seven bamboo sticks. Thrown into the air, the bamboo tube stopped firmly in the air.

"The draw is still the same, in order. Draw yourself back into the bamboo tube, draw others, you are your opponent, draw to the air, this round of bye!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Tianqi took the lead unceremoniously and pulled out a name from the bamboo tube.

He looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, frowned, and finally spread out his hand and showed the words on the bamboo stick.

"Mung beans. ”

These three people have never made a move, but the people who can make Lingyin Temple and Shushan take the initiative to abstain will definitely not be deceitful and famous. Ye Qianshu and Zhishan will definitely not make concessions at this time because of the sect. Uncle Chen nodded, and with a pick-up in the air, a bamboo stick jumped out of the bamboo tube, and fell into the hands of the mung bean holding the wooden sword, and Luo Tianqi's name was written on the bamboo stick.

Mung Bean looked at the bamboo stick, and then looked at Luo Tianqi, like a child getting candy, he smiled, and put the bamboo stick in his arms.

Uncle Chen didn't care about these two people, and looked at the five people who hadn't drawn lots yet.

The three of them stepped forward in turn, and in the end, the wood faced Lin Haotian, the water hated the sesame, and Ning Zhiyuan had a bye.

Chen Bo saw that the draw had been completed, so he nodded and said, "The draw is over, who of the three groups will come first?"

Lin Haotian, as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, not only wanted to win the first place in the Wild Realm, but also wanted to set an example, to win beautifully, even if it was a miserable victory.

He must not weaken the name of his master, let alone the name of several uncles.

"Brother Mu, let's come first!"

As he spoke, he threw his fist into the wood.

Wood is also a casual person anyway, and it doesn't matter if he hits first and then fights, so he stood up with a giant sword.

"Brother Mu, the sword has no eyes, be careful. He gave a command, and then slowly drew his sword.

The brocade-clothed young man slowly pulled out his long sword, although the weather was bad and there was no sun, but it was still bright, and the moment the sword came out of its sheath, it seemed that he and the long sword were shining together.

The giant sword carried by the wood was like an ordinary big iron sword, although it was black, it was not as black and shiny as the sword in Lan Dao's hand yesterday. Unpretentious, bulky, just like the name wood and the people who have it.

That Lin Haotian sword was slowly pulled out, emitting light, and the wood narrowed his eyes, and covered it slightly with his hand.

The long sword appeared in front of him, and a white light instantly pierced towards the wood. This scene is somewhat familiar to everyone, especially the gloom whose face is still pale today.

The same is true of yesterday's sword.

However, yesterday he faced it for the first time, and many people have not yet reacted. The big taboo in the art of war, if you don't use the army, you don't use the same strategy twice. If you change here, don't use the same sword technique twice. If you use it again for the second time, you will definitely be prepared.

Wood's reaction at this time, as if he was an ordinary person, hurriedly threw away his long sword, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

Even the Netherworld hopes that this disciple of the Immortal View will stand up and teach this young pavilion master of the Imperial Sword Pavilion a lesson. Although for their demon path, fighting to one death and one injury is the best ending.

However, at this time, most of the disciples of the Demon Dao hoped that Mu could have a hearty victory.

Lin Haotian didn't say anything excessive, but what hurt more than excessive words was that others disdained to talk to you.

Some people don't need to speak, arrogance is in their bones, in their eyes, and in their every action.

Everyone exclaimed, they saw the head squatting on the wood, and the image of yesterday's blood splattering appeared in their minds.

(End of chapter)

A sword Chang'an